Becoming a god by raising witches

Four masked men rushed out of the alley and blocked the carriage's only path.

"Get off the bus, everyone and hand over your money!"

The man in the lead shouted.

Hannah nervously grabbed Locke's sleeve. Locke patted her shoulder and reassured her, "It's alright, you stay in the car, I'll go down and check."

"How can we let the master go down there? I'll go and take a look."

Rebecca said that she wanted to get out of the car and teach these four ignorant fools a lesson, to let them taste what it's like to lose their souls.

Locke grabbed her, "Don't go."

"Rebecca, stop messing around."

Hannah held onto Rebecca tightly. In her eyes, Rebecca was just a little girl. What could she do? Offer her a treat from the wolf's mouth?

It's too dangerous to let Rebecca get off the bus.

Locke and Eileen got out of the car.

He produced his identification and a revolver issued by the Bureau of Investigation.

“I am an investigator from the Sixth Sheriff’s Court. You four, come back to the Sheriff’s Court with me.”

The four men were terrified when they saw the pistol in Locke's hand.

How could the knives and clubs in their hands compare to pistols?

Locke realized that this group of people were not the Mafia; they hadn't even managed to get their hands on a gun. They looked like a group of desperate young people who had banded together to commit robbery.

"I'm in a good mood today, so I'll give you a chance. Leave here quickly, but don't rob any more passing carriages. If I catch you next time, you'll be executed on the spot."

Locke fired a shot into the ground. With a dull thud, a dent appeared in the ground, emitting white smoke.

The four were so frightened that they fled.

Locke fired his gun to warn the other onlookers not to act rashly.

Sure enough, they didn't encounter any more robbers along the way.

Eileen licked her paws. "Why did you let them go?"

“Staying here won’t do me any good. I don’t want to work overtime and have to send people to a regular magistrate’s court.”

After the carriage arrived at the manor, Locke said to the coachman,

"Thank you for waiting for us here for a while, we still have to head back."

Locke took out 2 Micks and stuffed them into the coachman's pocket, saying, "This is a tip."

"Okay, thank you, esteemed investigator. I will wait here."

The coachman was overjoyed, not only because he received a 2-mick tip, but also because Locke was an investigator, or senior sheriff.

This made him feel very safe, and he was no longer afraid to walk at night.

Moreover, he can earn 100 meters for this round trip.

This is definitely a good business opportunity for coachmen.

This is enough to make up for the losses he suffered from the robbery this morning.

Locke led Eileen, Hannah, and Rebecca into the reindeer farm.

Hannah could hardly believe her eyes; she couldn't believe that this magnificent manor and castle was already under Locke's name.

"Locke, are we sure we haven't gone the wrong way?"

"Hannah asked."

"Of course, we didn't go to the wrong place. This will be our manor from now on. Behind us is the Ur Mountains, and we can also go hunting in the back mountains."

Locke said.

Eileen nodded slightly, quite satisfied with the manor. At the same time, she noticed a cemetery in the dense forest a hundred meters to the right of the manor.

Eileen patted Locke's shoulder with her little paw.

"I will recruit a group of servants for you without pay, and this manor will never be short of people to clean it again."

"Servants who don't need wages?"

Locke looked at Eileen with a puzzled expression.

Eileen haughtily lifted the cat's chin.

Yes, it's always free.

Chapter 137, The Undead's Interview

Butler Monte once again showed the new owners, Hannah and Rebecca, around the manor.

The experienced Monte, through his brief time with Hannah, had already realized that she was a poor but kind new employer, which made him begin to worry about the future.

Locke took Eileen on a private tour of the manor's back garden.

"These flowers and plants are beautiful, but they don't serve any purpose. I plan to plant them as grains and vegetables. The soil here is fertile, so even rice can be grown here. I can also grow vegetables in that area, such as tomatoes, peppers, cabbage, and potatoes, which are all essential ingredients."

Eileen nodded slightly in agreement with the suggestion, but opposed planting cabbages.

"Of course, if you want to grow rice, you have to consider the issue of irrigation. You have to build a new irrigation pipeline, which will take some time."

"It's alright, there are existing water pipes in the garden, perhaps you can use them."

"That's true, but growing rice requires experienced farmers to take care of it, and I don't think we can find such people."

Locke felt that even a gourmet like himself could not do the work of a farmer.

"Then why not grow some herbs needed for magical rituals? You can sell them for money or use them yourself."

Eileen suggested a way to make money to Locke, and Locke's eyes lit up. "That's a great idea!"

"What about that row of ornamental trees?"

Eileen also seemed to dislike that row of ornamental banyan trees.

"I haven't decided yet. I originally planned to plant fruit trees, but there are already fruit orchards and a pasture here. I can combine the two to carry out ecological farming, raising cattle, sheep, pigs, and fish ponds. In the future, meat will not be a problem."

"Then let's switch to breadfruit trees. Each breadfruit tree can store enough drinking water, so even if the war starts and the water company's pipelines are destroyed, the manor's water supply will not be affected."

Eileen suggested.

"Breadfruit trees are a good idea, but they grow in the tropics and probably won't survive here, right?"

Locke asked.

“We can use magic to change the climate around the breadfruit tree; all it takes is a magic circle.”

Erin said.

"Isn't this something only a weather witch could do? How could you do it?"

Locke couldn't help but ask curiously.

“I told you I am omnipotent. Of course, I only know a little bit. If you want me to change the climate of the entire manor or the weather of the whole Kosork, I can’t do it.”

Eileen licked her paws, jumped onto Locke's head, and pointed to the grove of ornamental banyan trees, "But it's still possible to do it in the space of that row of trees."

Does this magic circle require a continuous influx of magic power?

Locke asked.

"You can just enter it every now and then; there's no need to go through all that trouble."

Eileen replied.

Locke then showed Eileen around the stables and other areas, and introduced her to the dedicated groom Herbert.

"Although he is of good character and knows how to endure hardship, I am worried that he will not get along well with his future colleagues."

"Herbert has a very good personality and shouldn't have any problems getting along with others. In fact, I think both the butler and Herbert can stay. I should be able to afford their salaries."

Locke said.

"I will give you a better option."

Eileen raised her head.

Locke began to wonder, where could one find a permanent, free workforce?

“I’m giving you a week to figure out how to get rid of the rest of the people on the estate. If you really want to keep a few, then you’ll be responsible for their expenses afterward. My opinion is that you don’t need to keep any of them.”

Erin said.

"Please don't use the word 'solve,' and if I fire them all, you'd better show me what kind of employees you're planning to hire, wouldn't you?"

Locke shrugged and said.

"it is good."

Eileen led Locke to a dense forest near the manor, and through the forest, they arrived at a gloomy cemetery.

The wind here seemed unusually cold, giving Locke goosebumps on his neck. He pulled his red scarf tighter to cover his mouth and nose, blocking the wind from getting into his neck.

Under the cold moonlight, crooked characters were written on the tombstones covered with snow.